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Summary
“I was looking for Bull tonight.”
...That couldn’t be her admitting to such things, could it? Certainly not. Some demon had stolen her tongue.
Yet no horned fiend popped up, no ghoul wearing her face that she could blame, her words damnably loud without a Fade-touched cackle to hide behind.
Oh dear.
“Bull?” Cullen sat up, furrows in his brow deepening. A sharpness entered his gaze, the same intelligence and caution she saw before he stepped up to the war table. “The Iron Bull? Whatever for?”
There were few things a woman could be searching out the Iron Bull for at such a salacious hour.
She watched as the implication hit, dread mounting in her chest alongside the sudden jutting of his jaw. “O-Oh.” A vowel strangled, gasped on air from a cleared throat. He shifted, back straightening from its lazy lounge, hands steepling before his torso as he leaned forward. Red dusted his cheeks. “Oh, I see…”
Did he? Oh, Creators. He thought her some trollop.
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Or Lavellan wants to be called a good girl and Cullen obliges.
Series
- Part 2 of Crimson Rites